Julien gave a brief speech, inviting everyone to enjoy themselves and thanking them for sharing the event.
The cheerleaders separated and moved into the crowd as the pop star performed a song that had hit number one in the charts.
“He knows how to entertain,” Kennedy said.
“Indeed,” Reece agreed. “I find I’m anxious to spend time alone with Sarah,” he said. “Kennedy, give me a call the first part of the week. I want to talk to you about investments and Sarah’s business.”
She exhaled. She’d believed that he hadn’t been interested in what she’d had to say earlier. But he’d been listening, like he always had, and thinking.
Over the thundering bass and the singer’s reverberating voice, he made their excuses.
“Stairs,” he told her.
“We’re on the ninth floor,” she protested thinking about her heels and the plug.
He linked their hands together and drew her past the bank of elevators and into the stairwell.
On the landing between the first and second floors, he pushed her against the wall.
“I couldn’t wait.”
His eyes were dark with desire, and lust simmered in his tone.
She couldn’t object, wouldn’t object. She wanted this man. And she knew time was running out. “Yes,” she told him.
Reece plunged a hand inside her dress and closed it around one of her breasts. Her nipple hardened and her knees weakened. “Harder,” she told him.
He pinched her nipple until she gritted her teeth.
“Is your pussy getting wet, little sub?”
“My pussy’s been wet all night, Sir,” she responded.
“Show me.”
She lifted her dress.
“I like your bare pussy,” he said, sliding his fingers across the smooth skin.
“I like having your fingers there,” she admitted.
Before she was ready, he moved his hand up.
The plunging V of the dress’s neckline made it possible for him to move the material aside so he could suck on one nipple while he squeezed the other.
She closed her eyes.
His attention was delicious torment. He’d been listening when she’d said how much she liked nipple stimulation.
“I want to be fucked,” she said.
He continued to suck as he moved one hand between her legs and plunged his fingers inside her wet cunt.
“Damn, Reece…” She grabbed hold of his head, keeping him close.
He abraded her clit with a fingernail then fucked her pussy with three fingers. The sensation, combined with the pressure from the plug, brought her to the brink of an orgasm. “I’m going to come, Reece.”
In response, he bit her nipple.
She screamed, and the sound echoed off the concrete.
Sarah heard a door open, followed by the words, “Everything okay?”
“Svetlana,” Reece whispered.
Sarah nodded. “Fine,” she called out.
The door closed.
She put back her head and fought to control her racing pulse. Between the fear of being seen and the climax, that wasn’t easy.
“Nice to be amongst friends,” Reece said. “Now where were we?”
“What?” she demanded. “We should go upstairs.”
“We will. But you’re going to give me another orgasm first. Cup your breasts and push them together.”
She met his gaze.
He gave her a tight nod. For incentive, he began to move his fingers in and out of her pussy.
“We could do this in your room.”
“But we are going to do it right here. Hurry. Before we get caught.”
The risk added to the tension and the desire. She drew her breasts together.
“Pinch your left nipple.”
“It’s a little tender from the way you sucked it,” she objected.
“Do it.”
Keeping her breasts together, she used her thumb and forefinger to squeeze her nipple as he closed his mouth around the other.
This time he finger-fucked her harder, faster than he had before.
She overheated. The way she thrashed her head dislodged the clip, plummeting it toward the concrete. “Hurts,” she told him. But she wanted it. “Good.”
He sucked harder.
With his fingers, he found her G-spot, and she whimpered.
He continued relentlessly, until her vision blurred.
“Sir? Sir!”
Blood thundered. Then he bit her.
Sarah buried her scream against his jacket, her eyes closed and silent sobs shaking her.
“That’s it. That’s it.”
He cradled her, tucking her under his chin.
Shamelessly, she accepted the support he offered, the same support he’d wanted to spend a lifetime offering her.
“Was that enough nipple stimulation?”
“Is this your subtle way of telling me to be careful what I ask for?”
“Not at all. It was a blatant way of giving you what you want.”
“Thank you,” she said, looking up and reaching to trace the back of her hand down his cheekbone.
“Now,” he said, releasing her and straightening her dress, “let’s go back to the room. You can give me a demonstration of downward dog, and I’ll throw in an interesting variation.”
Chapter Seven
“Join me for a glass of Scotch?” Reece offered when they were back in his room. Though he enjoyed his friends and the party, he preferred being alone with Sarah. Always had. He liked her company, the intellectual conversation, the fact that at one time, she’d known his business as well as he did.
Earlier, when they’d been talking in the bathtub, he’d had a few ideas about her new business. She was right that there was potential for growth.
She’d said she missed strategizing with him. He’d felt the loss, as well.
Since she’d worked as his assistant, she’d had intimate knowledge of his business. After he’d fired her, she’d taken on a bigger role, that of a confidante and adviser. She knew the players and their personality quirks, and she’d understood how the pieces of his various companies fitted together. Not only that, but she was masterful in social situations.
He could see that she wanted his input, and it was selfish to have withheld it. But offering advice meant they’d be in touch in the future. Passing her off to Kennedy was a smart decision all round.
Holding up the bottle, he said, “It’s Kennedy’s finest.”
“I’m sure it’s fabulous, but I’m not much for hard liquor.”
He opened the bottle and grabbed two glasses from the top of the minibar. “This stuff’s for sipping.”
“You talked me into it. I’ll give it a try. Thanks.” She crossed to the sliding glass doors. “Sun’s setting,” she said.
“Want to watch it?”
“I’d love to.” She turned back to face him. “Unless you want to get on with it? I’m feeling a little guilty.”
“You shouldn’t. It’s all been about me.”
In a gesture he was sure was subconscious, she fingered her choker. “I’m the one who had so many orgasms I can barely stand up.”
He splashed two fingers into each glass then carried one to her. “As I said, Sarah, it’s been all about me.”
She accepted the glass then followed him outside.
He positioned their chairs so they had a great view of the huge ball of fire heading into the ocean, and he made sure that the arms were touching.
“With the mountains, sunsets are very different in Colorado,” she said as she curled up in a chair.
“Are you ready to go home?”
“Vacation can’t last forever.” A good non-answer answer. “You?”
“Three meetings on Monday.” Another good non-answer. “And I need to be there for Mom.”
“Is everything okay?”
“She asks about you from time to time.”
“I liked her. I think you got your affinity for Scotch from her.”
“I don’t put ice in mine.”
“Or in your beer.”
“Should be against the law.” He chuckled. “Anyway, she’s had some health challenges, and she broke her hip recently. She’s recuperating at home, and she’s driving Dad nuts. I go over a couple of times a week to give him a break so he can play a round of golf. I think she appreciates it more than he does.”
“Tell her I wish her a speedy recovery.”
“She’ll like that.” He transferred his drink to his left hand and put his right one around her shoulder.
Sounds from the party drifted upwards, drowning the distant roar of the surf.
Sarah took a dainty drink from the glass. “I’d rather it be added to soda or something. Sorry.”
“It’s a single malt. Finest on the planet.” He hid his shudder.
“I tried to warn you. You can drink it if you prefer?”
“I’ll get you some soda. As long as you promise not to tell Kennedy.”
“Are you kidding me? He barely tolerates me as it is.”
Reece went inside and returned with a cola. “How much?”
“Fill up the whole glass. I promise to only corrupt the cheap stuff in future.”
“I’d use the word pollute.”
She grinned and took a drink. “Much better.”
He’d get her ten sodas and ruin an entire bottle of single malt to see her smile like that.
In peace, they watched the sun set.
“I went to our old place to look for you,” she said. “I’m not sure where home is to you anymore.”
“An apartment downtown. I got tired of the commute.”
“How do you like it?”
“It has all the amenities you can think of. Hot tub. Swimming pool. Fitness center.” He shrugged. “I don’t miss mowing the grass.” After she’d left, the house had seemed too big. Lonely. Empty.
“Any regrets?”
“About the house? No.” He left the rest unsaid.
The first stars dotted the sky, and the noises from the party grew louder, as if revelers had spilled outside.
Then fireworks exploded, turning the sky green, then orange.
“Oh my God,” she said around a gasp. “They’re spelling out Julien’s name.”
“Is that what’s going on?”
“He didn’t do that at the last party I was at.”
“This is a new one.”
From below, he heard a chorus of oohs and ahhs.
“I’m hoping you give me something to ooh about.”
“How does that plug feel?”
“I’m ready for it to come out,” she admitted.
“Stand up.”
“Here?”
“Sarah, I’m getting tired of having my orders questioned.”
The balcony was enclosed. Anyone looking up might see him standing, but they’d never see her on her knees.
He took the adulterated Scotch from her and put the glass on the railing.
“You’re going to tell me that no one has ever actually died from this?”
“Removing a butt plug?”
“No. The humiliation.”
“To my knowledge, no. I can promise you, you won’t be the first.”
She stood. “You want me to take it out here?”
“I’m going to do it for you.”
“Oh, hell no.”
He looked at her without blinking.
“Wait a minute. You’re…ah…serious?”
“I am.”
“Are you open to negotiation?”
“What do you think?”
“Could you be?”
He didn’t answer.
“I can’t believe this. That you’re asking for it, or that I’m considering it.” Obviously resigned but not happy about it, she sighed. “How do you want to do this?”
“I love watching you contort yourself in yoga positions. Downward dog.”
“Downward…”
“Dog.”
After only a moment’s hesitation, she got into position, palms flat on the floor, index fingers slightly turned out, toes turned under, her rear end high.
He flipped her dress up. “I like looking at you. The plug is stunning. And more, I like that it means you did something to please me, even if it made you uncomfortable.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Gorgeous. Made for spanking.” He traced a pattern on her buttocks.
She remained quiet.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
First he turned the plug.
“Ugh.”
Then he pulled it out with a steady, firm grip. Her ass gaped, and suddenly he couldn’t wait to fuck it. “Inside,” he said. “Now.”
She hurried inside, and he shut the door behind them.
Reece shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie then went into the bathroom to put the plug on the counter. “Fetch a condom from the bag. Any color,” he called out. “Ribbed or not for your pleasure.”
He re-entered the bedroom and she was holding up a flesh-colored packet.
“And lube.”
She hesitated then nodded.
“Thank you. Now I want to see you naked,” he said when she brought him both items.
Her motions slow, her gaze on him, she pulled off the dress. She tossed it on top of his jacket.
The sight of her, with her bared pussy and gloriously mussed hair, wearing only spiked, heeled sandals and the choker, gave him a full, throbbing erection. “Let’s start with you on the bed on all fours.”
“I’m nervous.”
He heard the slight waver in her voice. He took her shoulders and held her lightly. “Do you need to safe word? Discuss anything?”
“No. Some reassurance, maybe. Like this.”
He cradled her face. “I’ll be with you the whole time. I’ll touch you. Talk to you. But I need you to respond.”
She nodded.
He toed off the athletic shoes and kicked them beneath the bed.
“May I?” she asked, reaching for his belt.
“Please.” He held up his hands.
Lowering her head, she undid the buckle then opened his top button and his zipper then let the trousers fall to the floor. “All night I was wondering if you had anything under those.” She gripped his cock and stroked.
After a few seconds he stopped her. “No. And you won’t change my mind by pouting.”
“I wasn’t going to pout.”
“You were going to use any means to influence me.”
“Maybe,” she admitted.
“And you won’t earn a spanking, either, by being a brat. I’m onto you, Ms Lovett.”
He reached for the condom package, picked it up and ripped it open. He put the condom on his cockhead. “Finish it,” he said.
She rolled it down. Then she cupped his balls and squeezed.
“You shaved,” she said.
“Do you like it?”
“I do.”
Then, done with conversation, he picked her up and deposited her on the bed. “All fours,” he reminded her.
She scrambled up.
“How sore are your nipples?”
“They’re okay.”
He took a pair of lightweight tweezer clamps out of the duffel bag and placed them on her nipples.